Did I mention I'm easily distracted? -.- The first day of meditation, I was a young Glen, [a MUCK char... bipedal red panda, gentle iconoclast] chucking stones into a moonlit pool and wondering what I'd done to deserve a form that was only half man. Just chucking stones and pondering... it was very peaceful.
The second day I began as a synx, walking slowly out into the ocean as my mother instructed in slow droning tones. The water began to deepen as I walked further out, and I became an otter to swim it. I swam down to where the sea is dark, down, down until I found a secret undersea cave, a cave protected from every danger by the hiding ocean. I was a mongoose in that cave then, fighting and tearing apart a 5 foot tall insect that represented my fear of insects. I forgot I used to be human then and was completely in the mind of that fierce little mongoose.
The light from a star pierced a hole in the ceiling of my cave, for we were rising. I crawled out on top of the recently resurfaced island. It was sediment that built upon a huge deep voiced turtle. We spoke about what was important, and about where to go, what difference between one direction and another.
I became a synx again and he admitted he'd been teasing me, that a shifter can't be expected to answer those questions.
I remembered I was a storyteller then, that my purpose was to make worlds come alive. The turtle thanked me for that. Then I had to go. Mama was calling me back into my old body. I flew through misty clouds to wakefulness.
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